Collections of Madness

Hook : 1953, Tumbleweed, Texas. A boomtown…bust. The once luxurious Plimpton hotel now a seedy 6-story rundown dive. The manager trying his best to keep it from being a hookers’ hangout. Thus, a hotel detective to keep an eye on things. A cast of employees down-on-their-luck. Waiting for their break. And tonight would offer that chance. Each had heard of the rendezvous of another Reno gangster’s planned drop of mob money turnover to a California courier. The employees had monitored the pattern set over the last 6 months. Man-in-black arrives with a large carpetbag. Yet before midnight someone else is seen carrying the bag away. When the man-in-black would wander into the hotel bar, bartender Mell graciously served him spiked drinks to loosen his tongue. “Several thousand smackers it was.” Taylor Knott  (Matt) hotel detective. Tortured dreams from the war. Hard enough to sleep with the nightmares. That damn drunk Oz next-door and his LOUD snoring doesn’t help. He co

April 19 th , 2:30pm : Franklin held the broken picture frame as he puzzled, “Other than the name, this airship looks exactly like the Terra Nova we flew on.” Killian suggested, “Car companies churn out the same model cars in their production lines. This could just be a sister-ship.” Ethel changed topics as she asked the neighbor Jean Simpson, “You found Robert Douglas’ body on the lake shore. Could you show us where? The coroner concluded he fell from a tree. Did the police find which tree?”   Franklin Campbell  (Brian) History teacher.  Afraid-of-heights . Daria Morrison  (Max) English teacher. Afraid-of-the-Dark . Gary Arms (Duane) professional boxer. Fear-of-getting-lost . Killian O’Mulligans  (Geoff) LA Police Detective. Fear-of-Falling . Ethel  (Jen) Outdoors woman, park ranger and wilderness guide. Eugene  (Matt) Defense Lawyer. Jean led them along the walking path to the l

Intro : Franklin Campbell was best-friend and room-mate of Robert Douglas during their college years. 1915 freshmen at the University of Southern California. Robert was friendly, outgoing, and interested in all kinds of sports. Franklin was best-man at Bob’s 1919 wedding when he married Ellen and moved to Canada. They regularly exchanged Christmas letters, till late 1921 when Bob’s letters stopped. Franklin hadn’t really given it much thought as people do seem to get on with their busy lives. Now April 17th, 1923, out-of-the-blue, Franklin received a letter (lost in the mail?): Dear Mr. Campbell,                                                                     3 April, 1923 I am Lucas Bothnall of Bothnall and Willard Law Firm here in Nelson, British Columbia. I am the solicitor for the late Robert Douglas. Per his most recently updated will, Robert asked that you be the executor of his estate. Unfortunately, Robert died of injuries from a fall on April 1 st .